Mo Fei slammed the door of the front passenger seat and looked at Ye Cong with her arms crossed. "How do I know if you're in cahoots with your father?"
Ye Cong started the car and left the hospital. As he drove quickly, he said, "It was really a success to use me to get to Qian Yikun's side via this suicidal method. You've even managed to steal their defensive map."
Mo Fei was not interested in Ye Cong's praise at all. She only had one thing to say, "Do you want to work together? If you don't, get lost. Don't get in my way."
"Of course, our cooperation is needed. Yet, I don't understand—Qian Yikun has more value to cooperate with."
"Because he can't die, and you can," answered Mo Fei's in a domineering tone. That was also her most straightforward solution.
